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Chapter 6- A wedding

Two months later, along with The Daily Prophet and the usual junk mail came a very interesting letter.

You are invited

To the ceremony of Holy Matrimony

Of

Harry James Potter

And

Ginny Marie Weasley

On

The fourteenth of September

At St. Peter's Church

At twelve o'clock pm

The reception will be taking place at The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade.

Please send a letter to Miss. Ginny Weasley by August twenty-fifth.

Hermione was brimming with excitement. (She ignored the fact that she thought the age of twenty was too young to by married.)

Along with the invitation was a folded piece of parchment.

Hermione,

I want you to be a bridesmaid for my wedding!

Please?

Love, Ginny (soon to be) Potter

p.s. - Dress shopping on Thursday, August 13th at 2:20

Just come to the Burrow.

She could imagine the look of excitement on her friend's face as she scribbled the note.

Quickly she grabbed some parchment and dipped her quill in some ink and wrote her reply.

She sealed the parchment with a tap of her wand and after a moment of deciding weather to address it to Ginny Weasley or Ginny Potter, she scribbled her friend's maiden name on the front.

She tied the note to her barn owl, Patrick's, leg and watched the owl soar out the window and into the bright blue sky.

Ginny Weasley sat on the floor of Harry Potter's apartment looking at a long list of names. "Harry, are you sure you don't want to invite your cousin?"

"Yes, I'm positive." He answered, absolutely sure that he never wanted to see Dudley's pig-like face again.

Ginny got up from her spot on the floor and stared at him lovingly. "What?" He grinned.

"Nothing…" she said as she walked around the table that separated them.

Ginny wrapped her arms around her fiancé. "We're finally getting married," Ginny whispered happily in his ear, "no war…no Voldemort…"

Ginny's words died away when Harry pulled her into a deep kiss.

(A/N: Aww!)

The thirteenth of August came faster than anyone had expected. At 2:19 that day Hermione appeared at the Burrow.

The door was unlocked and Hermione entered the vacant living room.

"Hello?" she called. She could hear voices coming from the kitchen. Hermione walked into the kitchen.

Sitting across the table from Ginny was a witch with long blonde hair and big blue eyes than gave her the illusion that she had drifted into the room accidentally. Luna Lovegood hadn't changed a bit.

"Luna!" Hermione exclaimed, giving Luna a hug.

"Hi Ginny," she added. Ginny nodded in a way of saying 'hello'. "Luna was just telling me how she discovered Crumple-horn Korksacks (A/N: someone tell me how to spell it, can't remember!) in Sweden." Luna nodded. "I've got pictures!" Luna said excitedly as she pulled out a bungle of pictures out of the bag slung over her shoulder.

Crumple-horn Korsacks were definitely on Hermione's ugliest creatures list (if she had one, of course). It had four hooved feet, two on each side of its oval shaped body. Perched on the body was a furry, brown head with a long snout. It had nostrils the size of tangerines.

"Interesting," Hermione commented, not exactly sure what to say for Hermione had never believed in Luna's Crumple-horn Korsacs Crap.

With a small 'Crack!' Angelina and Katie materialized in front of them. "Hey everyone," Angelina said. "Who are you?" Katie directed at Luna. "Luna Lovegood," said Luna Lovegood, "I am the editor of The Quibbler." Hermione could tell the two Weasley wives were suppressing their laughter, which, thankfully, Luna did not notice.

"Who else is coming?" Hermione asked, dragging the conversation away from The Quibbler. "Dayna, Fluer and my twin cousins Abby and Bridget."

The ladies talked over tea as they waited for the rest of the party to show. As Ginny showed off the huge rock on her finger Dayna and Fluer (who had Crystelle clinging to her arm) walked through the kitchen door. "Hello," Dayna greeted. "'Ello," Fluer said. Crystelle waved her small hand, the other in her mouth.

"Fluer, Dayna, this is Luna Lovegood." Ginny said, gesturing to Luna. Fluer looked up and down, she obviously didn't approve.

From the other side of the door they heard voices:

"Abby, there is something called personal space- take a step back!"

"Jeez, Bridge, you don't have to be so-"

There was a loud crash and a shattering sound.

"Shit! I hope that wasn't an heirloom!"

The two most identical people Hermione had ever seen tumbled into the room, still bickering. Ginny, Hermione, Luna, Fluer and Dayna stared at the twins. They stopped arguing once they noticed that five pairs of eyes were upon them.

'Guys, these are my cousins, Abby (Ginny pointed to the girl in purple) and Bridget (she pointed to the girl in green)" The twins couldn't have been more then eighteen years old.

Once everyone was introduced the party set off. "Where are we going anyway?" Hermione asked as they made their way down the garden path. "A muggle shop in London called Caitlyn's dress emporium," answered Ginny. Then she added in a low whisper: "Will you help me with the money? I have some but I don't – "Sure." Hermione answered. Ginny looked relieved. "Thanks."

A/N: I am so, so, so sorry this chapter took so long!

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